Saturday, January 17, 2026, 20.5* F, 70% RH, 0915
Not dancing, not floating, not being carried in circles by Mariah, snow falls like tears from silvered skies. Snow ending in 15 hours with little or no accumulation. “Large storms with snow and ice may be on the horizon for next week” according to one headline.
The Fedex van ventured down the drive yesterday with 80 pounds of dog food. Wheels temporarily frozen on the Gorilla cart when I placed it outside the fence. One thing I forgot – to lock the dump mechanism. As the cart tilted a few degrees being pulled onto the ramp, two forty-pound boxes found icy ground.
The three sleep, Ruger beside my chair, giants in their room. Candle batteries need recharging. A good day for chili and cornbread beside the electric fire.
So far from playing in Georgia woods, creating houses with lines in the dirt, I still believe in things I can’t see.
Art: LJ Austin “Almost Home”
